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We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain.
But what's so normal in the evening, by the morning seems insane.
Now, I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this....
The reasons have all run away, but the feelings never did.
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live.
Because what's so simple in the moonlight by the morning never is.
sometimes i realize i can't think of a reason to be alive (and a whole lot of reasons not to be) but then someone like you is a reason. and every reason helps.
i cannot tell you what that means to ME to hear.
i do hope that i could help continue to be some source of light for you when you feel there's none.
i'm here. ...and i do care.
I've been clinically depressed since I was 12, and I still very much struggle with it today. This really struck me because I can't count the amount of times that I've been sitting on the edge of my bed across from the pill bottle, not knowing what to do anymore.
I so very much appreciate the honesty of your art because it helps remind me that I'm not alone.
Thank you, and stay strong.
this is one of those times where i hate that someone can relate so well, but at the same time and SO grateful that you can. it sucks that anyone has to go through these feelings, but there's such comfort and relief in knowing that you're not alone and that we can hold one another up and share stories of strength to help lead each other through.
thank you for your comment as well; it reminds me that what i post has a purpose far greater than just my own personal healing
She finally did it last August.
16 is too young to die...
one was 15; the other 21.
i'm sorry for your loss.